As I watch my capital be burned to the ground.
I will not be angry, without even a frown.
I was warned about this, ahead in time.
"The Swedes are coming, the scum and slime!"
I didn't want for a war so soon.
I only wished for my people to grow and bloom.
But Lord_Stig and Naijan have different plans.
The greedy Swedes, have come again for our lands.
They speak lies of peace and prosperity.
Still the devil I refuse, for all posterity.
Denmark might be surrounded, by enemies on all sides.
Yet we are still here, on the dark dirt we abide.
We will not be quiet, nor let a new regime take root.
For all I care, the swedes might as well scoot.
Yes they win this battle, and Copenhagen will fall.
But at least, I'm a Dane.
And not a Swede, after all.